Kidd G — Red Clay

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I was tryna find something I could be
Downtown Music Row Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn’t meant for me
In the knock off boots and the flannel T’s
You never been from where I’m from so how Do you know me
I’m 35’s, red clay down in PCB

Never been to the Mason Dixons

But I seen those county lines
Mud graps on a back road drifting
Southern bell rubbing on my thigh

22 in the back seat loaded

Maglite sitting by my side
Game warden been tryna catch me
Trip cams on a power line

Red dirt on my square toes

But I wear those when I Go out to breakers
My tattoos and my cut offs
She clean the mud off

And I didn’t even make her

She’s in West Palm but she’s a ‘Bama girl

She’s got baby blues but I could never date her
In Rock bar with Express cards
Popping bottles like I’m signed to a major (little major)

I was tryna find something I could be
Downtown Music Row Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn’t meant for me
In the knock ofF boots and the flannel T’s
You never been from where I’m from so how Do you know me
I’m 35’s, red clay down in PCB

My twang’s real but y’all fake y’alls

I got scholarships off of late docs
I wasn’t rappin’ for just Tik Tok
Until I started country and y’all hate on me

I like acoustic and I like trap

Out in Nolensville is where my mic’s at
I’m a little different so the rappers know me
But you buckle bunnies don’t like that

Big truck I just killed a big buck
Sippin’ on some good stuff
Bumpin’ to some hood stuff

808 mix it with the banjo
Foreign wrapped in camo

I was tryna find something I could be
Downtown Music Row Tennessee
Singing songs they wrote wasn’t meant for me
In the knock off boots and the flannel T’s
You never been from where I’m from so how Do you know me
I’m 35’s, red clay down at PCB (PCB)